you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

i miss u so much (pre ai internet)

Are you a rose or daisy person? Diamond or pearl person? Satin or lace person? Silver or gold person?

The wound I cannot stop touching is thinking abt how everyone has their little community of people and I just have myself

autumn is really like. i brought you some sunlight from when you were 10. didn't the world feel so bright to you then? i'll drench your hands in syrupy nostalgia, so everything you make is stained bittersweet. i'll ruffle your hair with an ice-kissed breeze--it'll be the kindest touch you've had in years. you finally feel like a part of something grander. i'm the last warm hand you hold before winter surrender.